[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

Sasami, who couldn't rest all night, didn't want to wrong herself at all, so she turned around and went back to sleep under the quilt.

When she woke up, the sky outside the window was already dark, and her stomach grumbled in response.

——Madara won’t come back. Whose house should I go to for dinner?

Ever since Izuna left, whenever she wandered around the Uchiha territory, she would receive feedings that were even worse than before. If she could return to the position of the little idol she was familiar with in the past, she felt that everyone in Uchiha would definitely vote crazily for her...

Remembering the promise she had made to Madara, "I will follow you after you finish the rest," she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

In fact, she didn't have anything to do, she just didn't want to leave Hashirama without saying goodbye...

Hashirama is a good child and her only friend. She doesn't want to remind him of that old thing that happened many years ago and suffer the erosion of guilt again.

After making up her mind, she did not change into a complicated and inconvenient kimono, but just grabbed a ninja uniform and put it on, and walked out of the door leisurely.

Since we are going to see Hashirama, there is no need to dress up.

By the time she staggered into sight of the Senju Brothers' mansion, the sky was already getting dark. Ever since Hashirama became Hokage, he would never get off work too early every day. She was skilled in the meal business and had already figured out Hashirama's get off work routine, so she knocked on the door in time for lunch.

"Hashirama--open the door--I'm hungry!"

She stood at the door and shouted imagelessly.

"Brother, he's not here."

The first thing that caught his eye was the silver hair that reflected as much as the snow on the eaves. Qianju Feijian was wearing an apron and standing at the door with an unkind look on his face.

As if she didn't feel the aura of "I don't welcome you" emanating from the silver-haired man, Sasami looked at his apron with satisfaction, nodded and said, "You're fine too, Tobirama-kun." I can feed you. Of course it doesn't matter who she is.

After this period of training, Tobirama has become accustomed to it. She would occasionally visit Hashirama when he was away, sit down at the dining table unreasonably, and forcefully enjoy the fruits of his labor.

It must be the same today. He curled his lips numbly and put her into the house as usual. He took out a bowl of wild vegetable porridge from the kitchen without any complaints and placed it in front of her with a shameless expression.

Although it was easy to get angry, he got some obvious benefits from it. Through these few incompetent receptions, he has obtained her hair, saliva and blood samples, and his research on her is in progress.

Tobirama's high tolerance for her was probably due to this and other reasons.

"I have some things to do and will leave the village for a while." After wiping her mouth with a handkerchief, she said to Tobirama calmly.

"What?" He didn't understand it at first. It wasn't until he remembered the recent rumors about Uchiha Madara that he suddenly realized, "Did Uchiha Madara say something to you? Or do you have other ideas?"

"It's my own will."

She felt that there was no need to explain too much to people in Tobirama's relationship. Everyone looked at each other with disgust, and at most they were just food friends... No, no, Tobirama was half her chef.

The person who really wanted to say goodbye hadn't gone home yet, so she and Tobirama naturally had nothing to say.

Tobirama's mind was thinking of one hundred and one ways to make her stay. His research had just begun and he needed more material support.

It's better to let her get married to her eldest brother...

The moment this thought appeared, he quickly extinguished it for some unknown reason.

With their past bad relationship, he really couldn't find any reason to persuade her to stay. Seeing her packing her things and about to go home, he couldn't help blurting out in desperation:

"...You can't leave, I have to meet you."

The words sounded awkward, and he regretted them the moment he said them, but the words he said were like water thrown out, and he could not take them back no matter what.

Fortunately, the other party was also a dull guy. In view of their bad relationship in the past, she didn't think wrong at all and understood his meaning perfectly.

"Are you trying to do something bad again, Tobirama-kun?" She tilted her head and glanced at him, "I don't care...but if you want to continue seeing me, it's not that difficult."

Lifting the Shingen bag placed on the stool, Sasami shrugged and walked to the entrance where the shoes were placed without a trace of hesitation.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Until the end, she never looked back, just waved her hand briefly to say goodbye.

>>>

In the evening of the next day, Sasami finally succeeded in squatting at the door of the conference room until Hashirama was returning home from get off work.

"Hey, Hashirama." She waved to him.

This time, Hashirama didn't respond with "Hey, Sasami" like he did in the past. Instead, he lowered his head and looked depressed, with no energy at all. It seemed that he would hide in a corner and become depressed at any time.

"Madara has left the village." He sat with her in the corridor where no one would pass by, burying his head between his knees, and his voice became a little deeper. "What is the more ambitious dream...?" "

His words were filled with indescribable confusion and depression, which made her feel a little sad.

I also said goodbye to Madara, why are you acting ten thousand times more painful than me, Hashirama!

While Sasami felt sad for him, she also felt deeply unworthy of this sincere man.

——What is so good about Uchiha Madara? Apart from closing down the leather factory and taking his sister-in-law...no, sneaking away alone in the dark, he would only be a bastard who makes you sad.

"Don't blame yourself, maybe this is fate."

Patting Hashirama's shoulder with understanding, she comforted him softly.

After some persuasion from her, Hashirama seemed to calm down. Uchiha Madara was an indescribable obsession in the first half of his life, but now he seems to have completely left him behind, which makes him unable to let go for a long time.

And Sasami... as long as he sees her, he can recall the years when he and Madara talked about ninjutsu and dreams. They were both young and frivolous, and she still looked young and cute.

Compared with her appearance at that time, there was almost no change in her appearance now. Under the wash of time, something faintly changed his mind silently.

"I……"

Bewitched by a strong, soft emotion, he opened his mouth to say something to her.

"...What? Did you just call me? By the way, Hashirama, I plan to leave the village for a while." She asked doubtfully.

"……you……"

Shocked by the sudden bad news, his mind was confused and he wanted to organize his messy words, but he couldn't speak clearly for a long time.

"I don't want to leave without saying goodbye this time." She looked at his eyes that were as clear as when they first met, a little reluctantly, but said without any doubt.

"……All right."

At the end of the story, the Hokage, who was no longer young, had no choice but to put away the surging thoughts in his heart and nodded helplessly in agreement.

Sasami watched him wilt like an eggplant beaten by frost, and her originally hardened heart softened a bit again. She put her hands into his hair and gently smoothed his long, silky hair.

"If you want to reminisce with me again, come and find me at the place where we met before."

>>>

"Now I can truly see what hell looks like."

In the early morning on Happy Street, the storefronts on both sides of the road were silent in the warm and dry sunshine. Even the low-class prostitute sitting in the prison-like Zhang Jianshizhong soliciting customers did not know what kind of man she was sharing a bed with now.

A few willow branches fell gracefully on the shoulders of the visitor, but they were swept to the ground by a jade hand that looked like a craftsman carefully carving it.

"This is really a surprising reunion after so many years...'See you again.'"

She raised her head, assuming a proud and arrogant attitude that was unique to courtesans.

"...From now on, 'Hell' will be mine."